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continued, "is an image of a pagan deity, with considerable dirt sticking to it, and no arms, no nose and no clothing. A precious model, certainly!"
"That 's a very good description of many," said Rowland with a laugh.
"Mercy! Truly?" asked Mrs. Hudson, borrow ing courage from his urbanity.
"But a sculptor's studies, you intimate, are not confined to the antique," Mr. Striker resumed.
"After he has been looking three or four years at the objects I describe—"
"He studies the living model," said Rowland.
"Does it take three or four years?" Mrs. Hudson hopelessly enquired.
"That depends upon the artist's aptitude. After twenty years a real artist is still studying."
"Oh, my poor boy!" moaned Mrs. Hudson, finding the prospect under every light still terrible.
"Now this study of the living model," Mr. Striker pursued. "Give Mrs. Hudson a sketch of that."
"Oh dear, no!" cried Mrs. Hudson shrinkingly.
"That too," said Rowland, "is one of the reasons for studying in Rome. It 's a handsome race, you know, and you find very well-made people."
"I suppose they 're no better made than a good tough Yankee," objected Mr. Striker, transposing his interminable legs. "The same God made us!"
"Surely," sighed Mrs. Hudson, but with a questioning glance at her visitor which showed that she had already begun to concede much weight to his opinion. Rowland hastened to express his assent to Mr. Striker's proposition.
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